(Edited 7/13/18)
How did the rest of that tragic week go?
Pretty badly actually.
I got into a fight with Sophia and Emily. Well, it wasn't a fight, I just snapped and punched the shit out of the both of them.
It felt amazing too. Letting out steam made me feel good. Now I'm under "surveillance" and if I get into another fight, I'll be suspended for a week, meaning, my mother won't be able to bail me out.
I haven't spoken to my mother at all. Don't worry, she's been avoiding me like the plague as well so whatever.
When Liam left last week, Kaitlyn decided that I needed some 'relaxing' so she dragged me to a spa. I got my eyebrows and upper lip threaded.
She also made me get a full body massage, which I was not comfortable with whatsoever. I mean, what do I look like stripping into my bra and panties for a stranger?
Apparently, it's the norm. I honestly didn't give a damn about the norm, but Kait forced me to get the massage anyway. It actually was pretty soothing, if I'm being honest here.
After that, I got a manicure and pedicure and I'm starting to question how she's getting all this money. I might look good, but I don't feel good.
I've been pushing people away, actually. I don't sit at the usual lunch table anymore, which sparked some concern from the guys. They'll be over me soon, though.
Especially now that it's basketball season.
Yeah, you heard right.
Basketball motherfucking season. If you haven't made a really close relationship with me now, it's over because my focus is basketball.
It's Senior year too, which means college scouts baby! I've already visited UCLA during the summer and I've been to UCONN. I'm pretty excited.
I have scouts from many different colleges that my coach told me are going to be looking at me.
But first, I have to get through this hell hole.
Walking into class with Tamara, on time. Finally. The teacher doesn't glare at us and I think it's actually going to be a great day.
5 tests and a very boring lunch later, I've tied up my black UA Curry 4s with the white bottom and his initials (which also resembles the number 30) SC written in gold.
"Alright ladies!" I blow my whistle, feeling excitement filling my veins when I grab a basketball. "Welcome to tryouts."
Tatum introduces himself since he's my assistant for the days. He only did it if I returned the favor for their tryouts which is immediately after ours. The cheerleaders took our gym.
Cue the eye roll.
The girls' attention was on Tatum the entire time. It annoyed the hell out of me. Then, when we started drills, I had to cut 10 people because they were absolutely horrible!
I was pissed. My hair looks a mess now, and my thighs are a great shade of red from slapping them. It's a coping method...Don't judge.
In the middle of the boys' tryout. I had just showed them how to make different plays. I faked left and shot a three, then all of a sudden, I'm yanked away from the court.
By Liam.
"I'm sorry guys. Good luck—Liam what the fuck?" I hit his arm, but he doesn't let go, still dragging me away from the gym. When we reach the hallway, I try to yank away from him, but he throws me over his shoulder.
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The Player in Him
Teen Fiction"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in o...
